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*SMUT*

We stood outside my apartment door while I searched for my keys, I was nervous about him seeing my home for the first time.
I couldn't entirely remember what state I had left it in, I'm sure there would be clothes scattered across the bed and my bathroom would more than likely be unsightly.

I opened the door and thankfully it looked much better than I expected. I left my suitcase at the door and held his hand leading him into the living room. "Sit down, make yourself at home. I'll grab us a drink, coffee?"

He nodded, with a content smile as he settled on my couch. It was so odd seeing him sit on my furniture, in my home.
I can't begin to explain it. He'd truly stepped into my world.
It was bizarre how it made me feel unnerved, especially considering we'd been as intimate as possible already. I relived last night as I poured us both a coffee.
Once again we'd spent the majority of the night absolutely drunk on each other. I don't know if a time would ever come when we wouldn't just want to rip each other's clothes off and please the other. I wanted him on me at all times, when we were in public I couldn't help but stare at his hands, picturing what they do to me. Looking at his lips, imagining them on every part of me.
I was an animal for him. If it wasn't for the fear of being arrested, I'd have dragged him into the aeroplane toilets and showed him exactly how much of a fire he stoked in me.

I placed his coffee in front of him on the table, he thanked me as I sat, draping my legs over his. His hands ran up and down them while he reached over for his drink. "It's a nice place you've got, definitely has the woman's touch."

"Thanks, I put the deposit down with my first proper pay check from the album. Our tour paid for the furniture and the decorators" I laughed.

"What will the festivals pay for?"

"A dog, definitely. I get lonely sometimes."

"Nah, you won't be lonely anymore" his hand ran up to the top of my thigh, squeezing it gently. "A dog would be cool though!"

"Come on, I'll show you around!" I stood up, holding my hand out to him.

The grand tour took all of 3 minutes. Until we got to the bedroom.
He sat me on top of my dresser, my chest totally exposed as he left kisses all over my breasts, his tongue grazing my nipples.
I worked on his belt and pushed his jeans down his legs, his hard cock fighting his underwear.
I let out a tiny moan at the sight alone. He lifted me up and dropped me onto my bed, I pushed the clothes lining it on to the floor as he crawled on top of me. He kissed me so passionately, his tongue dancing with mine. My skirt was pushed up and he pulled my panties aside, two of his fingers curled inside of me pressing against my G spot. I gasped his name.

"You're so wet for me" he said in a low tone.
My heart stopped as I simply nodded at him.
His fingers came up to his mouth as he sucked my wetness from them. It triggered an absolute feral instinct in me.

"Lie down." I ordered him.
His eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face as he obeyed me. I straddled him as I reached over to my bedside table, I grabbed a long thick ribbon, tying his hands up to the headboard.
I was going to fucking devastate this man.
I got up from the bed searching my wardrobe until I found an eye mask, I carefully pulled the elastic behind his head and covered his eyes.
"No fair, I want to see."

"You're not in charge, I am" I pulled his underwear down, throwing them towards the bedroom door. His dick stood like a monolith, I could feel myself begin to pulse just looking at it.
Without hesitation my lips wrapped around the head, I heard the noise of approval from him as I began to slowly take all of him into my mouth, my tongue running up and down his rock hard cock.
My nails scratched down his sides as I continued sucking his dick, I looked up to him. Completely helpless, yet he seemed absolutely elated. I hummed, rather pleased with myself.
"I'm gonna cum" he announced as I bobbed my head up and down. True to his word, I felt the stream hit my tongue, as he shuddered. His dick still twitching, I carried on slowly until he fell completely still, swallowing every last drop of him.
I sat to the side of him "I want you to eat my pussy, like it's your last meal." My fingers drifted lightly around his chest.

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